"I will not wait for you," he said to the Captain in command of the fifty, "but shall pursue this audacious Captain Middleton. I will see that not a man of his command gets out of the Ozarks alive."
"That will leave you only one hundred men for the pursuit, Major," said the Captain.
"That is so; but you know we brought arms for one hundred. Call for volunteers from the recruits. Tell them to take the best horses from the train, and report as soon as possible."
The Captain in pursuit of the train had an easier task than he thought, for he had not gone more than five miles when he met nearly two hundred of the men returning, under the leadership of three or four men known as desperate guerrillas. Hardly had the Federals left the train, when a plot was formed to seize it. Nearly half the paroled men entered the plot; those who refused were stripped of everything and sent on their way, dest.i.tute.
This reinforcement, so much sooner than expected, greatly elated Major Powell. A mountaineer explained he knew a shorter route than the one the Federals were taking, and although they had several hours" start, he could easily lead a force that could gain their front, and thus they would be hemmed in between the two forces.
Major Powell quickly made his plans. A hundred men, under the command of one of his most trusted officers, were sent to try and get ahead of the Federals, while he, with a hundred more, would follow in quick pursuit.
About this time Mark Grafton appeared on the scene. He, too, brought important news. Believing that Big Tom was contemplating a raid on Mr.
Chittenden, and that his sudden departure was only a blind to disarm suspicion, Mark had disguised himself and followed the gang.
"I unearthed the most h.e.l.lish plot," said Mark. "Big Tom and his gang were to disguise themselves as Federals, raid the plantation of La Belle, kill Mr. Chittenden and me, and carry off Grace, and force her into a marriage with Big Tom. The plot was about to be carried out, when the gang unexpectedly met the force under Captain Middleton, and was routed. And we needn"t fear anything from Big Tom for some time, as he is badly wounded."
Mark, on his part, was greatly surprised to hear what had happened in the valley while he was gone. "I would go with you," he said to Major Powell, "but I have an important engagement I must keep. I hope you will overtake and chastise those Yankees as they deserve."
"If I can overtake them, you may depend on it they will get the chastis.e.m.e.nt," responded the Major, as he rode away.
Mark then related to Mr. Chittenden more fully what he had found out as to Big Tom"s plans, and added: "If I were you, Mr. Chittenden, I would say nothing about this to Grace, for it might unnecessarily alarm her.
She is safe, at least, until Big Tom gets well. If I did not think so, I would not rest until I had hunted the dog down. As it is, I must be absent for a week or two, but not longer."
Mark waited until nightfall, and then he, too, rode away.
CHAPTER XXI
THE OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS
It was the second day after Lawrence had left the valley of La Belle, and so far nothing of interest had occurred. Lawrence and Dan were riding along side by side, when suddenly a stone struck in the road just ahead of them, causing their horses to rear and plunge. The road ran close to the bluff, and no doubt it was from the top of the bluff that the stone was thrown.
A careful scrutiny of the bluff revealed nothing, and they were about to ride on, when Lawrence suddenly exclaimed: "Hold on! there"s a paper wrapped around that stone." Springing from his horse, he secured the paper. It proved to be a rude scrawl, telling them they were being pursued by a hundred men, and that another hundred had been sent to head them off.
"What do you think of that?" asked Lawrence, handing the scrawl to Dan.
Dan deciphered it, after some trouble, and then remarked: "A hoax, probably."
"It"s no hoax, Dan. We may as well be prepared."
"But where did the two hundred men come from?" asked Dan. "Even if those fellows who were paroled turned back, they had no arms."
"It"s a raiding party from the South, in all probability," answered Lawrence, "and we left just in time to miss them."
"Whew! Why couldn"t we have stayed a few hours longer?"
"What! And fought the two hundred?"
"Sure; we could have licked them easily."
"Well, I am not sorry we left. I am not aching for a fight against such odds; but if they overtake us, we will show them what we can do. What puzzles me is, who gave us the warning?"
"Give it up," said Dan.
Harry was now called, and told what had happened. "You take Jack and Bruno and guard the rear. Don"t let those fellows get close to us, without our knowing it."
"No danger, as long as Bruno is alive," laughed Harry.
"What about the front?" asked Dan. "We may run into those fellows who have gone to head us off."
"They haven"t had time to head us off yet," said Lawrence, "and before they meet us, I want to teach those fellows in the rear a lesson."
The horses began to show signs of weariness, and, coming to a settler"s cabin, around which grew a fine field of corn, Lawrence, concluded to halt, rest and feed the horses, and allow the men to make some coffee.
There were some fine pigs running around, and two of these were slaughtered. The owner of the corn and hogs made strenuous objections to this appropriation of his property. He was a tall, gaunt mountaineer, and his face showed that he was both cunning and crafty.
"Are you Union or Confed?" asked Lawrence.
After emptying his capacious mouth of an enormous quid of tobacco, he drawled: "I don"t know. Yo" uns be the first Yanks I hev seen. I allers reckoned I was a Confed, but now that yo" uns hev tuk my cohn and hawgs, I reckon I be Union. If I be Union, I get pay for my cohn and hawgs, don"t I?"
Laughing, Lawrence handed him ten dollars, saying, "I"ll bet you a ten against that one that you will be Confed before night. There"s a band of Confederate cavalry chasing us."
"Is thar? Then I won"t bet," replied the fellow, grinning. "It"s too risky. They might p"int a gun at me, and make me yell for Jeff Davis."
"I reckon you wouldn"t wait for the gun to be pointed before you yelled," said Lawrence; "but you"re welcome to the ten."
"Ought to be fifty," growled the fellow, as he turned and went into the house, and they saw him no more.
That night Major Powell camped on his place, and made free with both his corn and hogs, but he made no objection; neither did he hurrah for Jeff Davis, for he was not there.
The Federals had not gone far from the cabin when the valley narrowed down and the mountains arose steep and precipitous on each side.
"It"s lucky," said Dan, "that these hills are not filled with guerrillas, or they would be taking pot-shot at us. I will feel safer----"
He did not finish the sentence, for there came the sharp crack of a rifle from the hillside, and a piece of the crown of Dan"s hat went flying through the air. He pulled off his damaged headgear and, gazing ruefully at it exclaimed: "A blame good hat spoiled; but my head is safe."
"Charge the bluff!" shouted Lawrence; but there was no need of the order. A half dozen troopers had already dismounted, and were scaling the bluff to where a small wreath of smoke was seen curling. Before they were half way up, there came the sound of another shot, but this time the whiz of no ball was heard.
Soon the men reached the spot where the smoke had been seen, and their exclamations of surprise were heard.
"What is it?" shouted Lawrence.
"Dead man up here. No signs of any live one."
"Well, look around sharp, and then come down," replied Lawrence.
The men soon returned, and told a strange story.